till.the.sun.grows.cold

Thursday, February 09, 2006

[[blinded]]

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hahah. it's sad how it takes something like this to happen to get me to blog. but then again, if nothing happens, what is there to blog about.

i hate waking up to bad news. cos then i'll end up lying in bed for like an hour just thinking about it over and over again. and that feeling i get in my chest/stomach just keeps getting deeper and deeper till i wished that NONE of this had ever happened.

which is kind of true. i wish that none of this had happened. cos its quite embarrassing now that i think of it. not showing enough? hah. more like showing too much.

i can't be much buggered to write about anything else.

well i can say that i'm damn excited about the new youth council and any changes that are to come. it's like a new era. yay.

hahah. and i'm damn happy about something else. its so exciting when things happen between your friends. winkwinkwinkwinkwink. hahahahah.

ok that's it. sorry hang for not a more informative update.

How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away;
find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words:
it's just tears and rain.

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.

I guess it's time I run far, far away;
find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words:
it's just tears and rain.

[walking with you]*|9:43 AM|